Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 377

Episode 377 The Hound of New Wave (1)

New Wave, the place the world has abandoned.

Even in this remote area 10,000 meters under the sea, there is only one day when warmth dwells.

It was Christmas at the end of the year.

Rune’s birthday. Out of 365 days a year, only one day off is allowed to prisoners.

Meals are also different.

Instead of the usual pickled sardines and brick-hard black bread, pork jerky and soft white bread are served.

For the first time in a long time, the prisoners ate together in a proper dining room, not on the floor of the workhouse.

Meat and bread were brought into the stone chamber, where candles burned on leaded candlesticks and dark shadows fell.

The guards, on this day as well, carried their weapons behind their backs and stood far away and did not intervene.

The prisoners were happy as if they had the whole world, even with the chewy, sour-smelling pork jerky and half-dried white bread.

“I only looked at this day and endured for a year.”

“It was good to be alive.”

“I feel most sorry for the people who died yesterday

.

“Kreurreureu…… get away from them.”

A level 8 inmate.

As he pushed his huge body forward, the prisoners hurriedly rose from their seats and moved away.

It was because he was afraid of his poison, which had not been disinfected even after the third sulfur shower.

“Did you hear? That bastard said he couldn’t control his plague.”

“That’s right. If you touch that guy’s spittle or blood-like saliva, you’ll get the plague unconditionally.”

“Look at those spots on his skin. Whether it’s poison or pestilence, he’s a really nasty guy.”

However, he did not pay attention to the stares of the prisoners around him.

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.s! You idiots. I don’t know of the people who were brought here by force like you! I walked in here with my own feet! And one day I will leave this place! My queen will take care of this!”

That’s what I’ve been saying for two years.

At first, it was the nuance of genuinely belittling others, but as time passed, a certain madness began to creep into his words.

And now it sounds like some kind of shady spell.

Prisoners who saw the spitting and voluptuous remarks either frowned or were frightened.

However, one thing was the same: everyone was reluctant to go by Sikkeot’s side.

Before I knew it, an empty circle had formed around the restaurant.

Only then did he smile contentedly and sit down to chew on pork jerky and white bread.

……but?

Suddenly, I felt someone from behind.

one person. Only one prisoner remained seated without leaving his seat.

It was Bikir.

I asked as if it was absurd.

“Kid. Aren’t you afraid of my plague?”

“…”

Vikir didn’t bother to answer.

If he knew that Madame’s poison, far more terrifying than the plague, was running through Bikir’s veins, he would probably faint.

Click-click-

Bikir quietly finished his meal.

It was a meal with a very different atmosphere from the Christmas I spent at the Colosseo Academy.

at that time.

I could hear several prisoners gathered at the table in front and whispering.

“……Really?”

“It’s real. Although the guards looked at it all and it got tattered.”

“Wow – did you really get that?”

“Heh heh heh- You can pick up a lot of things while cleaning the septic tank in the bathroom. There are more good things than you think.”

I heard that one of the prisoners who was cleaning the toilet septic tank had picked up something good.

Thinking that it would be cigarettes or watches and cheap drugs at best, Vikir soon tried to turn his nerves off.

But Bikir had no choice but to prick up his ears.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa of that of picking up ‘newspaper’.”

newspaper. The only way to receive news from the ground here in Nouvelle Vague!

Newspapers are extremely valuable in the New Wave.

In order for these scraps of paper, which are few in common sense, to enter the Nouvelle Vague, an incredibly long journey is required.

It is a dreamlike luxury to receive regular newspapers unless they are brought in by guards who go to the surface on extremely rare occasions.

However, among the guards and prisoners, there are always those who eagerly draw news from the ground.

Bikir was one of them.

Slowly-

Bikir pulled back his chair and approached the prisoners who were having a conversation.

“hey.”

When Bikir raised his voice, the prisoners, who were busy chatting among themselves, were startled.

“Yes yes!”

They are level one prisoners. They are prisoners with low sentences who can get out of this hell-like place if they last for three years.

However, they were so weak and weak that most of them were like flying insects that died after less than a year.

To be honest, if Bikir, an inmate of Level 9, gets upset and causes a commotion, he will die.

But Bikir didn’t bother raising his voice.

“Even if you have something like a newspaper, it will only cause trouble. A treasure you cannot afford is like a curse.”

“…”

“How about swapping it with this one?”

What Bikir held out was a bag of black bread he had received as a prize not too long ago.

The eyes of the prisoners who saw it shook.

Bikir seduced in a coy voice.

“I bet you all read the newspapers anyway.”

“Ah, I haven’t seen it yet… Actually, it’s because I have black eyes.”

“Then, after I see it, I’ll tell you all about it. How is it?”

If so, it is a deal that has no reason to refuse.

The prisoner shuddered and then took out a finely folded piece of yellow paper from his pocket.

“It smells a bit because it was pulled out from among the dung. Hehe-”

Bikir offered the bread and received a piece of newspaper.

The newspaper was not in good condition at first glance.

Most of them were torn, so only the first and second sides were intact, and even there were many smeared or torn parts in the middle, so only the headline was recognizable.

The most disappointing thing is that the date was stamped six months ago.

‘At one time, I read newspapers before they were even published.’

It was a new feeling to see that the newspapers, which were made tirelessly during the days of the ‘Ryukion’ of the newspaper department of the Colosseo Academy and could be read before publication, were treated with such precious care (even from six months ago!).

Palak-

Bikir studied the newspaper meticulously.

[Inside…] …Gungbi’s attack…

-The Usher family… Mysterious attack… Great damage… Investigation authorities have identified one suspect… Victim Madeline. .. Serious injury… No damage to life…

[Exclusive] Damage from a series of raids by Chang Hae…

-Don Quixote’s family… Question continued again… Attack… Count Pasamonte… .Minor injury… Investigation authorities have identified one suspect… presumed to be the same person…

[Exclusive] Arrested suspect for assassination in extreme poison area…

– Leviathan Ga… Hobbs attack… recent surge Blame it on monsters… All over the Leviathan family’s territory… Unidentified gates and bizarre dungeons appear in succession… Empire-level investigation begins… Night Hounds… Suspicious group… Horrible situation. ..

It was a short story, but I guessed it.

The first and second pages usually contain the biggest events in society, so I could see how the atmosphere on the ground was going.

‘Usher, Don Quixote, Leviathan, etc. were attacked in turn. One attacker? Who is it.’

Bikir, who was reading the article, paid attention to one place.

‘…a chain of unidentified gates and strange dungeons.’

Other than that, there were also strange keywords such as the hounds of the night, but the previous contents caught Bikir’s nerves.

‘They started their activities in earnest.’

door of destruction. It was already showing signs of opening.

No, considering that this is already an article from 6 months ago…

‘I’ll have to hurry up.’

The era of destruction will be hastened.

It is probably the butterfly effect brought about by Vikir’s elimination of the Ten Sangshis and the messages he left to Sindi Wendy and Isabella before being imprisoned in New Wave.

‘I’ve always seen you during my academy life. you are not evil That’s for sure.’

‘Looking at the actual situation of the demons who had been infiltrating right in front of me, now I know everything for sure. you must live Why did I realize this only now!’

‘As soon as I return, I will show the demons as evidence and request a retrial.’

‘There was an instruction from the head of the family to escape Vikir, even if it means sinking the ship.’

The prickly banshee professor, the single-minded Archbishop Mozgus, the love bad that he didn’t know at all, and the family’s hound, Countess Isabella.

Considering the final attitude of the escorts of Morgue Quo Vadis bourgeois Baskerville, it was possible to guess what had happened among the seven families since Vikir had gone to Nouvelle Vague.

‘I can see why they are so quick to open the door to destruction.’

Perhaps it is a political and strategic judgment.

Because they move with the devil’s common sense, not human common sense.

…widely!

Bikir covered the newspaper and washed his hands in the water dripping from the ceiling.

‘I need more information from the outside.’

There is no point in looking for newspapers that may not be available at any time.

There is only one surefire way to get information from the outside world.

‘I have no choice but to go directly to the outside world.’

The key purpose of entering the New Vague, ‘Poseidon’, has already been found.

With that alone, we can say that we have achieved more than 90% of our goal.

Bikir was starting to get annoyed with these heavy restraints that were stuffed around his wrists and ankles.

‘…I don’t think I’ll have to wear this prison uniform anymore.’

The dawn of the prison break was dawning in earnest.